Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. Then he remembered that she was Anna’s sister. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again.
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